After The World Has Fallen ~ John Egan x Reader

The Fine Art Of Bullshit

The flick of the lighter illumed a bright yellow-orange flame appearing to float. The colour enclosing yet another letter. Up in flames and into pieces. 'My sweet Y/N', 'My beautiful daughter', all lies. Why won't they stop writing? How many more letters must she ignore before they give up? They never really care until you're gone; one of the most truthful sayings ever spoken out of one's mind.

Dear Y/N,

Your mother and I miss you lots. We don't understand why you had to leave so soon. You didn't have to. You could've stayed at home with us, enjoyed your life, and wouldn't even have to bear the thought of war. The husband we picked out for you is still waiting. Do you know he loves you? He really does, we all do. He's a good one, Miles, he comes from a good family too. A wealthy one, but you already knew this. He has avoided going to war so he can marry you. You can still bear his children. The bloodline would be carried on. Why did you get on that plane? We're all waiting for you to come back sweetie. Just write us back and we'll have a plane ready for you. Once you come to your senses you will realize the life we picked out for you is the best one you can have. Don't disappoint us. Don't disappoint your family and do not embarrass us like this. You can't keep this up for much longer. We have more power than you think. Come back to us, to Miles.

                                                                                                                                                         Sincerely, Your father

One after another, tears stream down her face. No noises were made, just the pure silence of her agony displayed across her puffy eyes. 

Trying to sugarcoat selling her off to a man 15 years older than her. There's no doubt her parents need the money, but selling off their only child? That's low. Have they even heard what he's said to her? What he's done? No. Cause they were too busy flaunting over the check he promised to send once she was settled in his home. And not worry about the war? They're crazy. You're no father of mine. You're just a man who believes she can be easily brainwashed by the idea of being wanted. 

Getting on that plane was the best decision of her life. Do not try and take that away. Another flick of the lighter sent another paper into flames. 

She rips the seal off the most recent letter and pulls out the dreadful lies printed by hand. What a waste.

Lovely Y/N,

My beautiful, beautiful girl. I'm still waiting you know. You should be grateful for me. Most men wouldn't dare wait around for a woman. Funny how the roles are reversed as I have to be the one sending letters instead of you. I can't stop thinking about that night we spent together. I hope you know that was the best night of my life. You soft, flush skin against my own... I need more of you. I need you. I'm desperate Y/N. I need to feel you again. We can still have a family. I can move past you running away, as long as you come back. Don't make me come to you. You don't wanna know what'll happen. Your gorgeous features are all I need in life. Your curves, plump lips, delicate body. You don't understand how much I've craved you over the last few months. I love you, please come back. Stop being so stubborn. You know what's best. Come home baby.